by Sierra Dean
No time to climb inside, not with her eyes so wild and her skin burning. Jay grasped her hands to his chest. “Look at me, Eden Green. Now.”
The command stirred her wolf. Power gathered beneath her skin, all that wildness finding a focus in challenging him. Eden’s gaze snapped to his, her blue eyes already melting to glowing gold.
He cupped the back of her head and dragged her mouth to his.
A growl worked up her throat, low and warning, but in the next second her mouth opened under his. She slapped both hands to his shoulders, dragging him closer.
Arousal, intense and instantaneous. Jay took the invitation of her open mouth, sliding his tongue over hers before nipping at her lower lip. She whimpered and tilted her head, chasing his tongue with hers. Her fingernails dug into his back as she pressed against his chest.
Her nipples were hard. Without thinking, he cupped her breast through her shirt and rubbed his thumb over the taut peak.
She moaned and arched her back, pushing her breast closer to his hand. Her mouth tore free of his, and she dropped her head back, offering her throat in a moment of unrestrained hunger.
Jay leaned in and shuddered to a stop a heartbeat before closing his teeth on her skin. “Eden.”
Her breath whistled out through her teeth. “Oh my God.”
Too far. Too much. Belatedly, he snatched his hand away. “Sorry.”
“I should be.” Shivering, Eden dropped her forehead to his shoulder. “But that was a very efficient distraction.”
He’d meant it to be, before the taste of her had overwhelmed his better sense. “Good,” he muttered. “That’s good.”
Her shoulders shook with her restrained laugh. “Do you, uh, want to come in? This is a little Romeo and Juliet right now, and that doesn’t tend to end well.”
“Got it.” Her hair was soft, and he couldn’t resist stroking his fingers through it. “Want to get out of here?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “God, yes. I can’t concentrate, I’m exhausted…”
“If I’d explained all this better, you might have called in sick.”
Eden eased back and gave him an amused look. “How long have you known me?”
Long enough to know she took about as many days off work as he did. “Fair enough.”
“I’m stubborn to a fault, I know that.” She turned, slipped on her jacket and dumped her cracked cell phone into her purse. “But I try to learn from my mistakes.”
“Still, maybe you and Zack should talk to your father tomorrow instead of this afternoon.”
“Maybe.” She eyed the office door, then him. “Are you spiriting me out the window?”
Her barely concealed glee drew his first real smile since finding out what had happened in Memphis. “What, you want to sneak down the fire escape like a teenager?”
She actually blushed as she swung her purse over her shoulder. “It would be the most impulsive thing I’ve ever done in my life. And probably the most romantic too.”
“Then come on.” He grasped her hand. “We can head to the farm, or even go hide somewhere. Lady’s choice.”
A Low Down Dirty Shane
Sierra Dean
Thick-skinned vampire assassin meets smart-mouthed druid archer. Run, Cupid, run.
Shane Hewitt has been many things—failed husband, supernatural punching bag, and now a bitch to the vampire council of New York City. He thought killing rogue vampires was the hardest thing he’d ever do. Until a hot redhead smashes into him, shouts orders and announces she’s saving his life.
The sole female warrior in a family of druids, Siobhan O’Malley knows how to take care of herself and protect the big city from beasties who breach gateways from the fae realm. The last thing she needs is a misguided, leather-clad hottie’s help to get the job done.
Except maybe he’s exactly what she needs. Siobhan is expected to be a willing, virginal sacrifice on her twenty-fifth birthday. Sex with Shane to stay alive? If he can pull his foot out of his mouth long enough and stop driving her crazy, no problem.
Now if only the bad guys would leave them alone long enough to get the deed done.
Warning: Contains a wee red-headed archer with deadly aim; a leather-jacket-wearing vampire hunter with a habit for saying all the wrong things; and a life-saving ritual that will leave them both panting.
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A Low Down Dirty Shane
Copyright © 2012 by Sierra Dean
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